(Human POV )
At the Military Base
The base was under siege. The blood moon had triggered something in the zombies, making them more aggressive and coordinated than ever before. The perimeter defenses were barely holding as wave after wave of undead slammed against the barricades.
Private Miller stood at his post, rifle in hand, heart racing. "I've never seen them like this before!" he shouted over the roar of gunfire. "What the hell is going on?!"
Captain Evans barked orders from the command tower, desperately trying to keep the soldiers focused. "Hold the line! We can't let them break through!"
But it was clear that something was different. The zombies weren't just mindless anymore—they were organized, almost tactical in their approach. And no matter how many they took down, more kept coming.
Miller fired round after round, but his ammo was running low. "We're gonna need backup soon, or we're toast!"
The soldiers fought bravely, but deep down, they knew they were facing a new kind of threat. And supplies were dwindling fast.